The Best Heart Of Gold Poems

O' middle child, dear son of mine, you have always let the others shine
All through the years, you have stood behind
---I want to say, I've noticed you
Your sister's charms, of course, we knew...
And your brother's skills were multitude
But, my quiet child, though your words were few
---I want to say I've noticed you
While people cheered, and guitars were played,
as your siblings sang upon the stage
You cheered them on with no restraint
---but, I want to say I've noticed you
Such wit and charm, a heart of gold,
More generous soul, I've never known
A shoulder you will always lend
---a brother, friend until the end
I love you all, .....of course I do
I have watched you grow, each one of you
My quiet child, you are still the same
---you'll step aside from all acclaim
As parents now, all three of you
I am proud beyond the words I hold
My middle child, I hope you know,
while you've always been a one to sow
a quiet gift to all you've known
---I want to say I've noticed you........
______________________________________________________
4/30/2013

SOME STARS SHINE BRIGHTER
Some stars shine brighter
Some waves crash stronger
Some winds blow warmer
Some days are lovelier
Some friendships are eternal...
During our lives we meet a lot of people
But some will conquer a special place in our hearts
They'll be the ones for whom
We'll fight a little harder
We'll cry a little stronger
We'll cheer a little louder
We'll worry a lot over
They are the ones
That will always be there for you
Laughing with your happiness
Holding you during your tears
Some are in the same city
Others on a continent away
The distance doesn't matter
For we carry them always
In our minds and in our hearts
So they're never really far away from our thoughts
So my dear and sweet friend
Thank you for allowing me in your life
For always be there for me
Thanks for being my rock
You've a heart of gold
The most beautiful soul
Your light shine thru your poems
Your care and attention thru your words
I'll be always here for you too
Cheering for you every step of your way...
Take care of yourself and come back to us fast...
And... never forget...
To just be yourself
Because you're simply perfect
Just the way you are...
...and very much loved, my dear friend...
Love you, Darren
March 28th, 2017

She writes of darkness like her soul’s been sold
But deep inside she has a heart of gold
Words brought on by a darkened past
At times she prayed that she would breathe her last
There was no one that she could turn to
When suddenly the light came shining through
Her life was changed from an endless curse
Now she puts her story in poetic verse
Overcoming her fears and the urge to kill
She used her poems as a coping skill
From an angel of darkness she ascended
To an angel of light completely mended
So read the dark poet, it’ll give you a start
But please be careful, she’ll steal your heart.

Friends who are so far apart
find it difficult to help when the
sweetest, gentlest people are in need.
How we of open hearts wish we were near:
to hug, and smile and tell our Catie-Did we care.
How we too are quite alone and wish
she’d write to us. How long the nights are
and the days. When all we’d wish for is a
sunny smile like Catie’s to brighten the gray.
Catie’s cards and phone call and general helping ways
have been the source of comfort to so many
even those far, far, away.
It takes a special person, never to taunt back
to those who are so weak of soul, they only
can attack. Catie cares in a Christian way
she turns the other cheek.
She’s full of words of poetry
but we’ve only seen a peek.
I pray she has more sunny days
I’ll do it right away.
Love YOU Catie Did

The beauty of life, which is often unseen
I guess each of us has some sort dream
Intertwined with our ambitions and hope
Sometimes it seems so impossible to cope
Some days are blessed others are cursed
Life; unlike a play, we don’t get to rehearse
With diligent effort we rise up to the top
Refusing to slow down let-a-long stop
Top of the mountain offers a beautiful view
A place to reflect on how dreams come true
I’ve thought it all over and I believe it is true
My dreams are mine and yours belong to you
We have our own path with rivers to cross
We cherish the gain and we regret the loss
Each one of us has our tools, which we use
The right to decide how we walk in our shoes
There will always be those who criticize and judge
Always be someone who holds some sort of grudge
Misery Loves Company is the saying they tell
No one wants to lonely especially sitting in hell
Its best not to believe in good and bad luck
Accept responsibility and not pass the buck
Reach the point where there’s nothing left to hide
That’s when you find yourself beaming with pride
I never look at another to judge my own wealth
I never judge another as hard as I judge myself
Life is a journey, which has a beginning and end
Each life has its own special meaning to send
If I die today, the story I hope my life has told
I measured my success through my heart of gold

Oh middle child, dear son of mine
You've always let the others shine
All through the years you stood behind
---I want to say I've noticed you
Your sister charmed, of course, we knew...
And your brother's gifts were multitude
A quiet child, your words were few
---I want to say I've noticed you
When people cheered, and guitars were played
Your siblings sang upon the stage
You cheered them on and praised their way
---I want to say I've noticed you
With wit and charm, your heart of gold
You melted hearts, with kindness shown
You've been there as a generous friend
---A brother/friend until the end
I love you all, ..of course I do
My children, all, each one of you
My quiet child, you're still the same
---You let the others have the fame
As parents now, all three of you
Your families shine, just like you do
You teach them well and love in ways
---So proud I am, my words can't say
My middle child, I hope you know
You've always been the one to sow
Such love to all you've ever known
---I want to say I've noticed you........
____________________________________________________________________

SONNET – HE WALKS ALONE
He walks alone, without a hand to hold,
craving innocent passion, love so pure.
Hoping, dreaming, to fill his heart of gold,
for pain of yearning, is hard to endure.
Longing for love to share, a cheek to kiss,
to embrace, hold her in a warm caress,
stroke her hair, share togetherness and bliss,
to feel the depth of sweet love, nothing less.
Long, lonely days, wishing, longing to find,
one to love, soul and beauty to adore,
to share his love with gentle loving kind,
to end his lonely quest to seek no more.
To find his soulmate of female gender,
to cherish, behold, with love so tender.
T.J Grén

(Free Verse)
When I am all alone
all I do is to think of
you my Love day and night all long
and on a silvered fluffy clouds
I go waffling along to you
filled with joyful dreams
of you and I my darling
and softened the misty
moon and the dotted stars
from heaven above seem
to stretch out their regal arms and
singing sweet lullabies of love
they sing to me of you
and how much my love I just
adore your face and your
heart of gold
with all my love for you like
eternal shining stars
from heaven just dancing for you
with all my heart thinking of
Just you
And up above a crimson sky
and clear blue sky my true love
for you just soars to your inviting arms
and with a very sweet an passionate kiss
our hearts will be singing
angels sweet lullabies of love songs
as warm waves of only love
for you so sweetly will go just up
and down with you just dancing
forever and ever in a true soulful
passionate kiss my love.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2014
November,17,2014

Now I ask you this
A more common name you will not find
Cities have thousands of them
Small towns have at least one
Why pretty much everywhere you go
You will find a Mr. Smith
Why once in china
In the middle of nowhere
This old Chinese man came out of his hut
Shook my hand
Said , Ni Hoa me Mr. Smith
I was truly and duly shocked
Being a Smith, he made me tea and served me lunch
Go to any hockey game and I will tell you this
In the stands
There will be 1000's and more
of Smiths, Mr. and Misses and all manner of Smiths
Why even the Montreal Canadians have one!!!
Now if you turn around, there will be a smith behind
The odds say this is true, and thankfully for all,
To hold a door open
To help an old lady across the street
The Smiths are gods angels
Lending a helping hand
Love and good cheer, you know a smith is near
Now you may ask me how I know all this to be true
The answer is quite simple you see
I know a Tim Smith
A kinder man you will not find
A family that loves him
Friends that appreciate him
A tavern that knows him by first name
Someone who always buys me a DRINK!!!!
A man of loyalty this is for sure
What else explains a Blackhawks fan?
So I tip my hat to my friend Tim
I raise a glass of good cheer and salute
To a family man of honor
With a heart of gold for those lucky enough
To know Him
Cheers

You are beautiful,
You are smart,
It's time to grow up,
And follow your heart,
You are different,
And unique,
Look in the mirror,
And tell yourself,
You will be you,
Maybe not a model,
Or even a beauty queen,
But your heart of gold,
That you have inside,
Makes you all of that,
And more to me,
I don't love you,
For what you look like,
Or even what you have,
It's your personnality,
And sence of humor,
That makes me glad,
Don't ever let someone,
Put you down,
Be that special person,
I know you can be,
For there will be someone someday,
To realize what they let go,
Because of how they,
Reacted to you so,
Be who you are,
Not what others want you to be,
I love you,
Cause you are you,
You have opinions,
And choices you make,
You will figure things out,
For yourself,
Just don't ever,
Lose your faith,
Remember that person,
Thats wrapped in your heart,
Give them your love,
For everything will be fine,
Just move forward,
One day at a time,
Your not super man,
Nor super woman,
You will be fine,
I hope this helps your morning,
To make you see I love you for you,
Someday will be a dream come true...

O holy night when Christ was born,
And in a manger laid;
What love decreed that God should be
The child of a maid?
O holy night the inn was full,
A stable near at hand;
O night of prophecies fulfilled
When Caesar taxed the land.
O holy night the shepherds watched
Their flocks upon the field,
And, lo, the angel of the Lord
With glory was revealed.
"Fear not, behold, I bring to you
Good tidings full of joy;
For unto you is born this day
A Saviour as a boy."
Then suddenly the sky was lit
By angels filled with mirth,
Proclaiming glory unto God
And peace to all the earth.
The shepherds said among themselves,
"To Bethlehem we'll go;
For something great is come to pass
And this we wish to know."
They came and found the newborn babe
With Joseph and his bride;
When they had seen, this news they spread
Throughout the countryside,
And all that heard did wonder great
At things the shepherds told;
But Mary pondered all these things
Within her heart of gold.
O holy night when God was praised,
O night when hope returned;
O night when angels spake aloud
And skies with glory burned:
O holy night when Christ was born,
And in a manger laid;
What love decreed that God should be
The child of a maid?
~ Based on Luke 2:7-20 ~
~Written for "Here We Go A Caroling".~

Just Chris
Nothing very special here,
I’m young as old can be
Grey is just a state of mind
that’s come to set me free
Laughing at the future
as I’m tearing down the walls
Standing on a corner
with my cardboard sign and all
It reads, “I’ll work for poetry”
although that is a lie
Just a silly message sent
as you are driving by
Some insist a heart of gold
does beat inside my chest
I am merely but a man
who hopes to pass the test
Tapping on a keyboard
placing verses on this place
Wishing you to read them,
though some you may erase
I always try to wear a smile
yet often times I frown
Happiness is happiness
but sadness gets me down
Know that I am very rich
though I don’t have a dime
My fortune is the people here
that I call friends of mine
A worn out shirt is what you see,
a half cocked smirking smile
Fraying on the edges fast
and going out of style
I dream too much, I know it’s true
these visions that I see
Hope that when my life is through
you will remember me
But if you don’t, well that’s ok
my tombstone will dismiss
Carved in stone for all to see
the words will read “Just Chris”

Giving Thanks
In advance, I wish to heal the mind, body, and soul
Thanking all God's creatures
Coating all my expressions from-
-Yesterday, today, and tomorrow
Conceal every worry,
Focus on the goodness that fills my spirit with thankfulness
And, well, honored comments.
This is a rich tribute to:
All Poetry Soup Poets, with grateful and appreciating hearts
Enjoy the time, you give each and every Poets
:)

THE SOLID TRUTH
On the day I was born.
Everyone put me on a petal stool.
The Angel's played a trumpet horn.
While everyone called me a ~precious jewel.
Harps played!
Doves flew!
That's how my birth was displayed.
As I got older ~ As I grew!
My heart of gold started to fade.
Sinking down in to the blues.
I hide my thoughts under the shade.
Wondering how one screw got lose.
I removed the pin from my own grenade.
Like TNT~ I lit my own fuse.
Blowing myself away from your masquerade.
My life has no buttons to defused..
My heart is twisted with barbwire as a barricade.
I live this rotten life, no reason to hit the snooze.
Sweating and letting the thoughts of revenge cascade.
A level of rage and hate is my only muse.
You camouflaged into a blonde beast with the eyes of jade.
The truth has come out, with an unacceptable excuse.
The solid truth, is like solid waste.
A force of mean, turning a heart cold.
Here's the truth do you want my new sour taste.
Forget when I was sweet, when I was bold.
I enjoy this new feeling of being out of place.
The truth was told..
In your face.
I laughed at the way it was all unfold.
Walking with a smile~ one day you will die,
and pay for what is owed.
While I sleep at night with Glory..
You'll wake up everyday to my untold story.
With the solid truth that lies have no end.
Guilt will have everyone crying at my funeral.
Wondering what happened to their "precious jewel.
by;p.d.

**V**
\ /
\ /
v
He is her knight in shining armor in all angles and sight…
He has all the courage to go and ask her hand,
From the woman’s father who’s well-known as a noble man;
Words of humiliations, he swallows them all,
He is a commoner but his love for her is so true and pure.
Despite their opprobrium, he keeps fighting for his great love,
In a humble way, he begs for her parents’ blessings
knocking their wooden heart;
Bowing before her father… he implores…
Making faithful promises to keep forevermore.
His heart of gold and few hectares of land
enough dowries he can give,
all for his dearest one.
For she’s their only daughter,
their lovely princess
very precious,
and so pretty-she really is.
The suitor’s words are passionate, fervent and firm,
The man is so adamant, he still refuses him,
His words continue…spewing cogent powers…
Finally melts her mother’s heart---
His struggles to win her and be both blessed will soon be over,
He’ll surely conquer for his love is so great proven to last forever.

I woke last night, with a heavy heart,
miles away, and world's apart,
sensing you... sensing you..
All through the night, and into morn,
headless fears and shadows form,
so forlorn... so forlorn..
Feeling scared, and knowing why,
seeing nightmares in your eyes,
over there... over there..
Images of ruthless foes,
dressed in black, from head to toe.
Jagged blade, held to your breast,
evil serpent, puffs his chest.
my only son... my only son.
Hide my soul and blind my eyes!
Precious son, I hear your cries.
Brutal boots, and shattered bones,
taunting jeers, and heavy stones.
A thousand lashes to your flesh,
hidden under prison dress.
Gagged and bound, they drag you out,
Infidel! they cruelly shout.
Forced to kneel; so hate will rise!
Dagger falls..... alone he dies.
A life of honor, and good cheer,
taken from you, with a sneer.
Heart of gold; at heaven's gate,
my precious son, in glory waits....

A gentle caring feeling grows with age
always precious heart of gold each and every year
Sings in your love undying devotion holds Heaven on wings
golden treasure the sun shining deep warmness
An angel inside a breath of unconditional kindness
within my mothers voice loving you true forever one song rings

There is something about
The way you face your day
With a heart of gold
And such a giving way.
There is something about
The way you endure your pain
As if the stroke
Didn’t harm your brain
There is something about
The life you live
Loving like there will be no tomorrow
And living to forgive
There is something about
The brother you are
And the son you have been
That makes us more proud by far
It is everything about
The garden you grow
With sweat and tears
As the fruits to others you bestow
It is everything about
A body half paralyzed
That can produce gifts of woodwork
That leaves us mesmerized.
It is everything about
Your speech so limited
Yet communication
For you is unlimited.
It is everything about
Your inner soul
That has inspired me
To be so much more
It is you my brother
In all that you do
That have made the stars
Hush for me too.
I have been blessed to have such a brother
Contest: How you make the stars hush
Justin Bordner

The complexities of life colours our world
We are taken on a long and sometimes complicated journey
Like being on a roller coaster where there are many twists and turns
No day is ever the same - it can be a smooth or a bumpy ride
Thankfully we don’t know how and when it will end
We can wake up feeling sad and blue
Feel down and depressed on a grey day
If we are jealous we can be green with envy
Be described as yellow if we act with cowardice
See red when we are angry
Feel tickled pink or be in the pink when we are happy
Fall into a dark black mood
See everything in black and white
Say someone has a heart of gold
Look to the sky seek a cloud with a silver lining
We need to hang on to precious golden memories
None of us knows what fate has in store for us
May the colourful ribbons in our life be intertwined
The good days out-numbering the bad
Lots of happy colourful ones rather than sad
01~30~15
Contest: Life is like a Maypole – Seren Roberts
~awarded 2nd place~

A humble man is what I am before you.
You see, I am not worthy to say…
“Sir, may I have your daughter’s hand,
But please yield to your wife’s pleas:
Calm down a while as I explain what’s deep in my heart.
Why deprive your daughter of a possible life of pure bliss..?
Because sir, understand that love’s triumph seldom fails.
You see sir, “a humble man standing before you is what I am.
The love and protection you have for your daughter I understand.
But you see “simple is what raised me,
A simple man, with simple needs.
A simple man who is able to love deeply and fairly.
Yes I have made my fair share of mistakes.
Might have scarred an angel or two,
But who was ever born with a heart of gold..?
A humble man is what I am before you.
You see sir; the heart is simply out of our control.
How can one ignore a beautiful feeling?
A feeling that pulls hard at every fore of your soul.
How at some point we all wish we could roll over and forget its undying existence.
But sir, who was ever given a constraint heart..?
Yes, a humble man is what I am.
You see, I work sir, to earn a living
You may as you have, call it slave work,
Unworthy to have your daughter as my own.
But you see, these hands are built,
Built to struggle and earn a better life,
No man was ever born fulfilled sir,
And no man ever chooses to be born poor.
A humble man is what I was brought up to be,
But you see sir; it hurts me to see your daughter turn her face away
Turn away, to hide soft tears, which ooze dejectedly from her pure eyes.
What crime have I committed not to be regarded worthy..?
Because you see sir, at the end of the day love’s triumph seldom fails.
A humble man, with a heart that will strive,
Simple ways that will overcome all tribulations,
A heart that has been pulled from its place of sheer hopelessness
Hands that will slave for a better life and future for your daughter.
An upbringing that will sweep her off her feet every chance there is;
Is what I am sir.
So you see sir, please listen and understand that love’s triumph seldom fails
When two hearts are willing.

When I think of you..I get the warm feel of friendship,
born not in a place, but from time and space.
Friendship has a price --
Our first encounter, a caustic remark as I perceived,
caused my ire to rise and my feathers to ruffle.
What did this broad know anyway!
When I think of you…I see Don Quixote and I wish there was a role for me.
Dulcinea is taken and I refuse to be Sancho Panza.
In quick response, being as strong-willed, as this iron-fisted lass,
correspondence exchanged, and in my slow southern country style,
I found, behind that northern accent was a wealth of information,
and a heart of gold.
From the first, I saw the masculine strength of his spine,
aged, idealistic, chivalrous and yet naïve.
Your indomitable will, your use of pen as sword, your 'walk the walk'
Christian talk drawled.
I found a poet with style and class, whose love for poetry
only exceeded her willingness to expand the art and help others to grow.
A man of many skills and kindness, I watched you spend night after night,
cajoling poetry demons, leaving your Dulcinea in her bed alone
to tilt at blowhards, as if they were windmills.
In an exchange of thoughts and ideas, I gained respect for the person. I saw how beneficial her advice could be, and how she reveled in sharing what had taken her a lifetime to achieve. I had found a friend.
My life time had been full of peasants with false faith and, he showed me his way.. an honorable way like unto my own, always trusting till proven wrong, always open-handed and open hearted, a knight in search of the Holy Grail.
Differences, we have many, and we discuss them openly.
Opposites on almost every level, but oh, what an experience to learn.
So, charming a man who sees opposites but still value, causing a smile of knowing, not of opposites, but of vast similarities of heart and soul, cloaked in language, so rich, and expansive, the loop of left to right, the forming of the sign of infinity has expanded beyond his view, but not mine. I know. Dulcinea and Don Quixote hand and hand reach for the spirit daughter.
I've never met the face, but I have found her words to ring true,
her character to be upright and just, and I see a moral and disciplined soul.
Through our mutual understanding and respect for the view of the other,
we each have grown in our poetic journey, and the paths of our daily lives.
a place is set
and candles light the way--
mapquest
Henderson's & Guzzi, friends forever...

The man I dream of,
is tender but strong,
and I will be the music,
to the words of his song.
His eyes will give comfort,
as I talk of my day,
and I will listen completely,
to all he will say.
A hand to hold,
a heart of gold,
together,
as we grow old.